Thanks for the castle
The large throne room, with its towering arched ceiling stretching over two hundred feet high, exuded an air of grandeur and authority. The dark stone bricks that made up the walls held a foreboding presence, their obsidian-like sheen reflecting the dim light from the numerous golden and crystal ornaments hung in elaborate patterns. The floor was draped in luxurious red carpets, their deep crimson hue contrasting starkly against the cold, unyielding stone beneath.
Despite the vastness of the space, it was brimming with people—figures of power and prestige, all gathered for one purpose.